PROLOGUE
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An angry growl ruptured the air. "This won't do it." the man muttered to himself as the knife loosely fell from his grasp and shuddered when it had hit the concrete. Slashes of knife imprints against the brick were very prominent in the street light that lied in the dark night. The smell of blood punctured the air, making the flumes of the alley smell ever so intoxicatingly sweet. A vast amount of feelings were scattered by the damage that was done that very night. Angered by the thoughts of what had happened after his son had been born, he pulled out his caliber pistol swiftly out of his pea coat and aimed down at the helpless man who was clenching his stomach for dear life.
The innocent soul looked up at him with a scared gaze with pleading pupils, wondering if this was really the end for them.
Without another thought, the predator gave permission to the bullet. The .22 blazed through the man's skull leaving a gory mess on the wall behind. Plasma seeped itself into the cracks as it dripped messily onto the asphalt.
A deafening silence fell over the alley.
With that shot, all his humanity and hope went with it.
His dark-hued butterfly pin was the only thing he had of her before she had disappeared without a trace. It glowed as his emotions became more vast as the knowledge of her hit him once more. He will avenge her.
He will avenge her.
